Jagmaal's pov
"I knew this was her usual time for prayer. I walked deeper into the palace temple, searching for her.
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Ardhangini
Chandrika: saga of love and secrifice
The very prince I surrendered my heart to. was the same prince my elder sister loved. I had no idea back then that the way I looked at Shivansh was the exact same way she gazed at him. Shivansh and I loved each other beyond measure. One fateful night, we finally confessed our deepest feelings to one another. In the quiet darkness, we crossed every boundary of restraint and spent the night together in each other's arms. When morning broke, my heart overflowed with joy, believing he would soon ask my father for my hand in marriage. Instead, a cruel misunderstanding unfolded, and the wedding was arranged between Shivansh and my elder sister. By the time this heartbreaking truth reached me, it was already too late. Shivansh was completely unaware; I desperately sent him a letter, but destiny had moved faster than my words could reach him. To protect my family's honor, my sister's happiness, and everyone I cherished, I extracted a sacred vow from Shivansh-demanding that he marry my sister. And so, I watched their wedding take place. I know I shattered his heart. I know he harbours a deep, bitter anger toward me. A full year has passed since we last saw each other. Now, I hold his child in my arms-a child whose true identity I have hidden from the rest of the world. Yet, fate has brought us face-to-face once again. Here we stand, eye to eye, but the love that once bound us is gone. In its place lies a wall of quiet resentment, unanswered secrets, and overwhelming misunderstandings. There seems to be no hope of ever returning to his side, and I refuse to ruin my own sister's life. Yet, destiny repeatedly throws me right back into his path, bound together by unexpected twists. Will something ever blossom between us again? Will my child ever receive the fatherly love and rights he so rightfully deserves? Endless questions rise in my aching heart, only to shatter into pieces again and again. What will become of me? What cruel or kind fate has destiny sculpted for my future?
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